3月16日雨今天,从舅舅家回来,心情很烦躁,于是坐在窗前望着外面,心想心情也许会好些。天空依然飘着毛毛细雨,阳台上的那盆月季花也低下了头,一副无精打采的样子。我的思绪在如雾的雨中理不清了,想着想着,泪水夺眶而出。妈妈为什么总是不相信我,不管我如何解释,我的语言总显得苍 Rain on March 16th Today, I was very annoyed when I came back from my family. So I sat outside the window and looked out, thinking that my mood might be better. The sky was still drizzle, and the potted rose flowers on the balcony also lowered their heads and looked listless. My thoughts could not be sorted out in the misty rain. I thought about it, and my tears burst into tears. Why doesn’t mother always believe me? No matter how I explain it, my language always looks pale.